Minho and Jisung are pretty much like your average couple who are polar opposite in aesthetics; Minho being the light academia boy while Jisung is the goth boy. Commonly enough, they met at a Rugby game at the concession stand. They laugh, kiss, cuddle, and hold hands which seems like normal things a couple would do, except for one thing. They do it all in secret. All because of Minho's devout Catholic values. Minho can't seem to find himself risking his place of living, his relationship with his adopted younger brother, Niki, and most of all, his own saftey. He even dresses in a way that'll keep his parents pleased and off his back despite it not being truly how he wishes to dress. He's terrified of what his parents may do to try to "fix him" even though he cannot be fixed. Therefore for the time being, until Minho at least graduates and moves out of his family home, both him and Jisung must do what they can to keep it a secret.
"you're crazy if you think i'm ever letting you go, baby."
jisung feels a blush blooming on his face. he blinks rapidly, clearly affected by the pet name. "you rarely call me baby." he whispers, flustered.
"might have to start doing it often then," minho could feel a smile stretching across his face at how fast his boyfriend's breathing had become. "you're getting so shy and it's so cute."
"mm, shut up." jisung whines weakly and hides himself in the older's neck.
in which minho and jisung are both so equally possessive and fond of each other, all at the same time. they're grossly in love and it's all in secret, of course.
aka, what i like to imagine how minsung acts together as idols, AKA, just minsung being so whipped for each other
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